I move my fingers and my puppets dance
I give them all a personality and a stance
They can fly in the motions of my control
I move them not as parts but as a whole
I swing them together and they fall in love
Watching them love each other from above
One signal from me and they come to life
Their lives know not any sadness or strife
I watched for years, should I put them to rest?
Out of all my creations, you were all the best
They seem sad now, wanted to play even more
O my children, my hands have become so sore
For years I’ve played along you, now it is time
What the real world has for you is so sublime
I put down my puppets, now they cannot blink
I suddenly can’t move too, I feel like I might sink
I look up to see wires, I flick one and hear a ring
I’m not the puppeteer, I’m a puppet of His string
August 12th, 2018